Theek

Theek 11/30

If there are arrows – and there are arrows –
            arching from an unseen fortress

And I am holding my arms up to protect my head

If these things are happening – and they are –
            who is to blame

As real as any ice covered lake – my feet –
            splintering cleaving in spring

My feet against rock – if these arrows hit my arms
            and I suddenly have wings
            of wooden shafts –
            my feet are still bleeding

I cover – the ice melts – an until this second unseen
            flock of geese
            takes flight in unison –

They form a V and toss southward – they are –
            the arrows cease a moment

Tartan

Tartan 11/29

Family right – it means something –
colors path over each other and the lines
turn into a tree

A map right – fingers reaching
into the air – each branch a memory
a stone in a broken castle sitting in a field

Mute

I have two poems today. To make up for my lameness.

Mute 11/28

In the dark I run the streets of New York – sounds of
fire crackers of gunshots of snapping sticks
I chase an imagined you – I am a hound
for this mythic person – I am said to run mute
you shot fowl broken thrashing in the water
I will dive – the darkness a fold of my coat
slashing the air – it is raining or snowing or falling soot
I crash into walls and take them – I – shadow of this city
build then tear – I do not gnash so much as bear it with me

Monotelic

Monotelic 11/28

You wait for the one day
when you drop a segment
and duplicate yourself

Rookery

Rookery 11/27

Black and covered in silver
the cage –
is a shining object –
is filled with luminescence –

Orle

Orle 11/26

…and I owe so much money that it aligns around my bed at night and outlines my body in little dashes so that when I am gone my body will still be there a murdered shape hovering over the blankets…

it will come to stand in for me and it could even go about my life for me…

go to work and stare into the eyes of companions and no one will know the difference that these floating dollar signs bring to the table will the shape speak to people in different tones will it only talk in decimal points…

Macled

Macled 11/25

The beauty of speed
is that nothing is seen

Everything becomes base
colors and shapes

The sum of parts

I am a second person
that is only seen at speed

Sitting quietly
waiting to be seen